Sure the fatigue would come...
Infiltrating the sanctity of our skin,
gripping our muscles
and chafes us within.
Right down to the bone.

No doubt the fear of future days
would eat at us raw.
It would gnaw at our minds...
Debilitating thoughts that would *******
no one else but our own.

Of course the seeds we've planted,
mightn't see past the layer of soil
in which they're embedded.
Seeds hidden in the ground for future reaping...
They mightn't flourish to meet the harvest
and greet the hand which would
welcome them full grown.

Most likely the days before us
only show of dark clouds...
That constantly scare us.

But today...
Has time and space for us to exist.
Today has a crisp sweetness wafting through the air.
Firm, unwavering ground beneath our feet.
So let's claim today because today is ours to keep.

Today we share the returns...
Of the sweat and the tears that in the past
we've sown.

as a babe on mama's breast
a time to sleep, a time to rest
no worries there, no time of test
as she held us to her chest

then came a time to fall and balk
eventually we learned to walk
then, stuttering, a building block
eventually we learned to talk

eventually truth made us cry
soon we learned to question why
and we found out by and by
it's much easier to lie

we worked at it, there was a "trick"
and with each twist became more sick
our candles burned down to the wick
we built our walls up brick by brick

because of other people's stealth
and the need to accrue wealth
we protected pride and self
and put our conscience on the shelf

in this mire of greed and pride
we built our fortress tall and wide
our morals then began to slide
and then we're truly dead inside

around our castle dug a moat
alligators there to float
in its safety we could gloat
became more distant and remote

how could we let people in?
if we're locked safely within?
hoarding all with deathly grin
did we really truly win?

the time is right, the need is great
to build a bridge, ***** a gate!
soul starvation is your fate
and then, my friends, it is too late!

you are dying by degrees
you are starving, under siege!
Oh, what a tangled web we weave!
and within is where we freeze
time to get down on our knees

set an arch, light a fire
dance around the funeral pyre!
of your hatred and desire
yes, my friends, you can move higher!

let everybody see the light
as it breaks through dead of night
break free people! You must fight!
in the end you'll come to sight!

sing! Oh yes! make glorious sound!
let your bridge be solid ground!
you'll find if you look around
you were lost

but now you're found!


SoulSurvivor
written 11/7/2013
rewritten 12/26/2015
(C) all rights protected

Their eyes
Will always
Look down
On you
Their hearts
Will never
Change

So warm
Your hearts
In solitude
A hearth
Of poetic  
Flames...